Master of Strange Dao

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But in this world, being able to join such a small family already surpassed ninety-nine percent of mortals, at least never having to worry about starving to death.

After reading, Yu Ziqing no longer paid attention to it.

He went to the Seventh Floor, sat in his seat, and after summoning No.1, quietly waited.

Not long after, No.1 rushed up hurriedly from below.

"What intelligence do you want?"

"It's not what I want; it's that I happened to acquire some intelligence, and I think you might be interested."

No.1 was somewhat disappointed, but he still sat down.

"If you think I'll be interested, then I should be interested. Go ahead."

"The first piece of intelligence, south of Shiliang City, there's a small Abyssal Rift."

"What do you want?" No.1 replied in a low voice.

"I want to ask, how did Crown Prince Dazhen die?"

No.1 was a bit surprised by Yu Ziqing's question.

The intelligence indicated that the Lei Clan in Dazhen and King Xiang had a good relationship with Jinlan Mountain, which seemed true.

Yu Ziqing silently counted three breaths, seeing No.1 had not yet answered, and continued.

"The value of this intelligence is rather high, so I'll change the question."

No.1 remained silent.

He knew that answering 'knowing' or 'not knowing' actually answered many questions.

The intelligence Yu Ziqing gave didn't match the value of this question.

In situations like this, it was indeed not answering, as a form of stance.

But as soon as one answered, this simple 'know' or 'don't know', yes or no, sitting here, it certainly couldn't be a lie.

After a moment of silence, before Yu Ziqing could change the question, he shook his head.

"I don't know how he died, nor do I know at whose hands."

After saying this, No.1 paused slightly and added.

"I am completely unaware of this matter. I only found out when the death knell sounded."

Yu Ziqing sighed inwardly; even the Jinyiwei Commander did not know how Crown Prince Dazhen died, which was strange.

He always thought this had something to do with Daqian's involvement.

Of course, this question he asked merely in passing.

For No.1 to answer even such a question, he truly bet everything.

"The intelligence I gave just now wasn't valuable enough; let me give you another piece of intelligence.

Someone can use Magical Treasures to expand the Abyssal Rift."

Hearing this, No.1's body trembled, even if his face couldn't be seen, only a silhouette, Yu Ziqing could still feel he was greatly shocked.

Yu Ziqing did not mention that the person using the Magical Treasures was An Yue from the Jinyi Wei.

Song Chengyue should be able to find out himself.

If he couldn't find out even with this info, then he truly would be completely finished.

According to Yu Ziqing's understanding, the An Family didn't seem to get along well with Song Chengyue.

A direct member of the An Family died at the hands of Song Chengyue.

This was one of Song Chengyue's widely circulated scandals.

A young talent with the potential for Ninth Tier greatness, outstanding among people, was destroyed by the Jinyi Wei while at the Sixth Tier, unable to walk out of the Jinyi Wei's deadly prison alive.

Apart from the narrative twists in the scandal, it was certain that the person died at Song Chengyue's hands.

Regardless of procedure or evidence, however deserving death, the story never mentioned it, but the feud was certainly settled.

"Alright, that's all. Besides, about that matter you mentioned, Jinlan Mountain probably can't handle it; you surely understand the environment there, small children can't survive there."

Leaving that statement, Yu Ziqing then descended the stairs and left.

The yin qi in Jinlan Mountain was heavy, with ice and snow all year round, and the cold qi was also severe; ordinary young children could hardly survive in such an environment.

In today's Jinlan Mountain, even the cooks were fierce enough to handle heavy loads, capable of tossing large cauldrons.

Otherwise, they wouldn't be able to withstand the yin qi emanating from the millions of hungry ghosts gathered, and the erosion of cold qi.

The weakest among them in Jinlan Mountain today, even Qingqing, came from an extraordinary background.

This matter, everyone in Jinlan Mountain overlooked, because they were used to it.

After considering, Yu Ziqing found a reason for refusal.

Not refusing the first time around, refusing now, showed that Jinlan Mountain had seriously discussed it internally.

After descending the stairs, No.1 did not try to retain him; he still sat there quietly.

After waiting a little, he then descended the stairs and continued leaving messages.

Still related to those two children's information, he even detailed how to gain trust to take them away.

After finishing the messages, he left the Seventh Floor.

Song Chengyue opened his eyes and patted the table.

After opening a drawer, inside was a personnel transfer list for Jinyi Wei missions.

He very quickly found six among them.

Taking just one look at one of them, he ignored it.

Continuing to look down, upon seeing An Yue's name, he directly ignored the other five.

He put the information back in the drawer, closed it, and sat there silently, calmly, eyes subtly narrowed, gaze as sharp and icy as an eagle's.

He continued to open the drawer, constantly taking out one document after another.

After one two-hour period, the large table was piled with thousands of pieces of intelligence and documents.

Focusing and efficient, with a glance he scanned a document, continually extracting some, by the time half a day had passed.

He sorted out more than thirty pieces of intelligence and documentation; each brought out individually seemed fine.

But when connected together, they became utterly different.

He stood up, put those documents and intelligence away, and shoved the rest back into the drawer.

Tightening the Magic Blade at his waist, Song Chengyue stepped out of the room, lightly tapping his foot, causing the ground to tremble.

In just three breaths, several Jinyi Wei quickly rushed over.

Song Chengyue's expression was cold, eyes like an eagle, sweeping around, speaking in a cold voice.

"Those not appearing within three breaths, report for punishment tomorrow."

"Now, move out."

"Sir, what has happened?" As everyone prepared to leave, a chubby fellow walked in.

A glint of cold light shot from Song Chengyue's eyes, knocking him out on the spot.

"Lord Qiu, just a few days of peace and you've become lazy."

Seeing even the Commander being struck, the others were immediately alert, knowing something big was about to happen.

Song Chengyue gripped his waist Magic Blade with one hand, striding out of the Jinyi Wei's government office.

Everyone else might have forgotten that the person sitting in the Commander's chair was still Song Chengyue.

And he, Song Chengyue, black-hearted and ruthless, arrogant and unrestrained, acted without scruples, like a mad dog, daring to bite anyone.

Many seemed to have forgotten these recently.

And now the An Family began to jump again.

Killing one direct descendant, a small Jinyi Wei, what's the fun in that?

It's said that the An Family has a Dao Cultivator in the Langya Institute.

It's also said that if that person entered Dao, an Eighth Tier would be stable, with the posture of a Ninth Tier.

That would truly be... wonderful.

Raging fire burned within his chest, filled with aggressiveness, urgently seeking a remedy.

Coincidentally, the medicine's lead was just a Dao Cultivator's head with the posture of a Ninth Tier.

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